Looks

What knowledge do my Ears provide,

What do I learn from books?

I trust my Eyes for what I think,

And feed on silent looks.

The things I hear with my two Ears

Still cry aloud for proof;

But what I see with my two Eyes

Must be the very truth.

The woman that's behind my back,

To hide her looks from me-

Knows not the face of him I watch

Stirs to her treachery.